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JOHN  HEW  NASH  LIBRARY 


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PRESENTED  TO  THE 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 

ROBERT  GORDON  SPROUL, PRESIDENT. 

BY 

MR.ANDMRS.MILTON  S.RAY 
CECILY,  VIRGINIA  AND  ROSALYN  RAY 

AND  THE 

RAY  OIL  BURNER  COMPANY 


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A  Collection  of  Quotations 

Harmonious  and  Helpful  for  Every 

Sunday  of  the  Year 

COMPILED  AND 
ARRANGED  BY 

JENNIE  DAY  HAINES 

Jt  boe*  not  matter  tofmt  toe  can  tfjt*  bap — 
" ^abfaatfj."  "ftunbap."  or  "lorb'i  JBap." 
Jt  matters  not  tobid)  bap  of  tljt  srUrn  toe 
baQoto  —  "jTirrt-bap"  or  "^ebentb-bap." 
Jt  matter^  not  at  aU  tohicb  ftours  tur  beep — 
from  sunst t  to  sunsr t.  or  from  mibnigtt  to 
mibnigftt.  JJut  let  ui  sabe  ttje  "ftacreb 
_  jg^^p  Jobn 


PAUL  ELDER  AND  COMPANY 
SAN  FRANCISCO  AND  NEW  YORK 


selections  for  Sunday  5ym- 
phonies  are  moral  rather  than  re- 
ligious; mundane  rather  than 
celestial,  their  true  aim  being  to  emphasize 
such  precepts  as  are  helpful  to  the  higher 
life  on  earth,  —  for,  as  it  has  been  well 
said,  "To  grow  higher,  deeper,  wider, 
as  the  years  go  on,  to  conquer  difficulties, 
and  acquire  more  and  more  power  to 
feel  all  one's  faculties  unfolding,  and  truth 
descending  into  the  soul,  —  this  makes 
life  worth  living." 


Copyright,  1906,  by 

PAUL  ELDER  AND  COMPANY 


Prelude :  My  Symphony  .  . 

New  Year  Messages 

The  Sun's  Day 

Heaven  Once  a  Week 

Anent  Sermons 

Prayer 

Heaven 

Hell 

The  Still  Small  Voice 

Christianity's  Noble  Words. 

Heart  versus  Brain 

Uphill 

The  Value  of  Time 

Killing  Time 

What  Is  Truth 

What  Is  a  Lie 

Rcsurgo,  I  Arise 

Death  Is  Not  Death 

Motion,  Action,  Progress.   . 

Dead  Men  and  Live 

Friendship 

How  to  Make  Friends 

Looking  Upwards 

Mountain-Top  Moments.     . 

Creeds 

The  Golden  Rule 

In  the  Wrong  Hole 


P«*  PM« 

iv     Our  Nation 27 

1  Alpha  and  Omega 28 

2  Happiness 29 

3  Superfluity 30 

4  Two  Worlds 31 

5  The  Human  Soul 32 

6  Invictus 33 

7  Post-Mortem  Kindnesses.    ...  34 

8  Anger 35 

9  Sweat  of  the  Brow 36 

10     Strength  and  Courage 37 

1  I      The  World's  Mirror 38 

12     Life's  Mirror 39 

1  3      Evil-Speaking 40 

14  Golden  Silences 41 

15  Foot-Path  to  Peace 42 

16  Dead  Leaves 43 

17  The  Simple  Life 44 

18  Beau  Monde 45 

19  Contentment 46 

20  Thanksgiving 47 

21  Charity 48 

22  The  Quality  of  Mercy 49 

23  Music 50 

24  Sweet  Bells 51 

25  The  Spirit  of  Giving 52 

26  L'Envoi :  The  Golden  Carol  .          v 


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LIVE  content  with  small  means; 
to  seek  elegance  rather  than 
luxury,  and  refinement  rather  than 
fashion;  to  be  worthy,  not  respectable; 
and  wealthy,  not  rich;  to  study  hard, 
think  quietly,  talk  gently,  act  frankly;  to 
listen  to  stars  and  birds,  babes  and  sages, 
with  open  heart;  to  bear  all  cheerfully, 
do  all  bravely,  await  occasions,  hurry 
never;  in  a  word,  to  let  the  spiritual, 
unbidden  and  unconscious,  grow  up 
through  the  common,  —  this  is  to  be  my 
symphony. 

—  William  Henry  Charming. 


IV 


Jf  trat 


in  3tenuarp 


Beautiful  is  the  year  in  its  coming  and  going  —  most  beautiful 
and  blessed  because  it  is  the  year  of  our  Lord. 

_  —  Lucy  Larcom. 

It  is  thus  each  year  of  life  comes  to  us  —  for  each  day  a  clean, 
white  page,  and  we  are  artists,  whose  duty  it  is  to  put  something 
beautiful  on  the  pages  one  by  one;  or  we  are  historians,  and  must 
give  to  the  page  some  record  of  work  or  duties  or  victory  to  enshrine 
and  carry  away.  _  _  phillipj  g^ 

What  will  it  bring,  the  new  year  that  we  start  today  ? 
What  will  it  leave,  when  quickly  it  has  passed  away? 

New  scenes,  new  friends,  new  songs  ;  these  surely  it  will  bring. 
Will  it  leave  aught,  except  a  harp  with  broken  string? 

—  W.  R.  Sellers. 


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The  Jews  called  it  the  Sabbath — a  day  of  rest  Modem 
Christians  call  it  the  Sun's  day,  or  the  day  of  light,  warmth,  and 

BroWtL  -  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

The  hush  that  falls  on  the  fields  and  village  streets  on  a  Sunday 
morning  seems  to  announce  the  presence  of  the  Spirit  of  God  in 
some  unusual  sense.  The  activities  of  the  world,  its  strife,  its  turbu- 
lence and  passion,  have  vanished  in  the  holy  silence  which  rests  upon 
the  earth  and  makes  it  one  vast  and  sacred  place  of  worship.  One 
instinctively  recalls  that  beautiful  phrase  which  always  brings  a  vision 
of  the  rest  of  heaven  with  it  —  the  peace  of  God. 

-  Hamilton  Wright  Mabic. 

The  Sabbath  day !  how  well 
The  Pilgrims  loved  it,  for  the  peace  it  brought ! 

We  in  the  shadow  dwell 
Of  its  pavilion,  for  our  shelter  wrought. 

Why  break  our  holiest  spell  ? 
Why  count  the  good  old  Sabbath  days  for  naught  ? 

—  Lucy  Larcom. 


^  ftraUru  (Drue  a  Ofclcc  k 


irb  &unbap  in 


Son-dayes 
Bright  shadows  of  true  rest  !  some  shoots  of  blisse  ; 

Heaven  once  a  week: 
The  next  world's  gladness  prepossest  in  this  ; 

A  day  to  seek  : 
Eternity  in  time  :  the  steps  by  which 

We  climb  above  all  ages  :  lamps  that  light 
Man  through  his  heap  of  dark  days  :  and  the  rich 

And  full  redemption  of  the  whole  week's  flight! 

The  pulleys  unto  headlong  man:  time's  bower; 

The  narrow  way; 
Transplanted  Paradise:  God's  walking  hourre: 

The  cool  o*  the  day  ! 

_       —  Henry  Vaughan,  1656. 

A  Sabbath-day  service  may  serve  you  an  end, 
As  a  step  in  the  ladder  to  heaven; 

But  you  never  will  mount  very  high,  my  friend, 
With  but  one  good  round  in  seven. 

—  John  Whiting  Storn. 


^  antnt  £>ermon*  ^ 


:f  ourtf)  &>tmbap  in  JTanuarp 


A  divine  ought  to  calculate  his  sermon  as  an  astrologer  does 
his  almanac,  —  to  the  meridian  of  the  place  and  people,  where  he 

lives.  rp      D 

_  —  1  om  brown. 

The  minister  whose  sermons  are  made  up  merely  of  flowers 
of  rhetoric,  sprigs  of  quotation,  sweet  fancy,  and  perfumed  common- 
places, is  consciously  —  or  unconsciously  —  posing  in  the  pulpit. 
His  literary  charlotte-russes,  sweet  froth  on  a  spongy,  pulpy  base, 
never  helped  a  human  soul,  —  they  give  neither  strength  nor  inspira- 
tion. If  the  mind  and  heart  of  the  preacher  were  really  thrilled 
with  the  greatness  and  simplicity  of  religion,  he  would,  week  by 
week,  apply  the  ringing  truths  of  his  faith  to  the  vital  problems  of 
daily  living.  The  test  of  a  strong  simple  sermon  is  results,  —  not 
the  Sunday  praise  of  his  auditors,  but  their  bettered  lives  during  the 
week.  People  who  pray  on  their  knees  on  Sunday  and  prey  on 
their  neighbors  on  Monday  need  simplicity  in  their  faith. 

-  William  George  Jordan. 


Draper 


;f  irgt  &unbap  tn  Jfefcruarp 


God  gives  us  more  than,  were  we  not  overbold,  we  should 
dare  ask  for,  and  yet  how  often  (perhaps  after  saying  "Thank 
God "  so  curtly  that  it  is  only  a  form  of  swearing  )  we  are  suppli- 
ants again  within  the  hour  !  .  ..  g. 

Two  went  to  pray?  O  rather  say 

One  went  to  brag,  the  other  to  pray. 

One  stands  up  close  and  treads  on  high, 

Where  the  other  dares  not  lend  his  eye; 

One  nearer  to  God's  altar  trod, 

The  other,  to  the  altar's  God. 

-  Richard  Crashaw. 

More  things  are  wrought  by  prayer 
Than  this  world  dreams  of.     Wherefore  let  thy  voice 
Rise  like  a  fountain  for  me  night  and  day. 
For  what  are  men  better  than  sheep  or  goats 
That  nournish  a  blind  life  within  the  brain, 
If,  knowing  God,  they  lift  not  hands  of  prayer 
Both  for  themselves  and  those  who  call  them  friends? 
For  so  the  whole  round  earth  is  every  way 
Bound  by  gold  chains  about  the  feet  of  God. 

—  Alfred  Tennyson. 


*  fceaten  *& 


&econb  &unba|>  in  Jf  ebruarp 


Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy  ! 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy  ; 
Dreams  cannot  picture  a  world  so  fair  — 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there  ; 
Time  doth  not  breathe  on  its  fadeless  bloom, 
For  beyond  the  clouds,  and  beyond  the  tomb, 
It  is  there,  it  is  there,  my  child  ! 

-  —  Felicia  Dorothea  H 

A  sea  before 

The  Throne  is  spead  ;  —  its  pure  still  glass 
Pictures  all  earth-scenes  as  they  pass. 

We,  on  its  shore, 
Share,  in  the  bosom  of  our  rest, 
God's  knowledge,  and  are  blest. 

-  —Cardinal  N 


And  so  upon  this  wise  I  prayed : 

Great  Spirit,  give  to  me 
A  heaven  not  so  large  as  yours, 

But  large  enough  for  me. 

—  Emily  Dickinson. 


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Cfjtrb  ftunbap  in  Jftbruarp 


Whatever  Hell  may  be,  we  do  not  believe  that  it  is  like  the 
Hell  of  Dante,  a  burning  slaughter-house,  a  torture-chamber  of 
endless  vivisection  and  worse  than  inquisitorial  horrors  invented  and 
elaborated  by  demon-priests  where  souls  welter  in  the  crimson 
ooze  of  Phlegethon,  or  move  about  like  Nero-torches  of  animated 

flame'  -  Canon  Farrar. 

The  hell  to  be  endured  hereafter,  of  which  theology  tells,  is 
no  worse  than  the  hell  we  make  for  ourselves  in  this  world  by 
habitually  fashioning  our  characters  the  wrong  way. 

— William  James. 

Do  not  be  troubled  by  Saint  Bernard's  saying  that  hell  is  full 
of  good  intentions  and  wills.  _  Frindf  De  Sale$ 

*  *  *  When  all  the  world  dissolves, 

And  every  creature  shall  be  purified, 

All  places  shall  be  Hell  which  are  not  Heaven. 

—  Christopher  Marlowe. 


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jTourtf)  gwnbap  in  Jfrtruarp 


Yet  still  there  whispers  the  small  voice  within, 
Heard  through  Gain's  silence,  and  o'er  Glory's  din  ; 
Whatever  creed  be  taught  or  land  be  trod, 
Man's  conscience  is  the  oracle  of  God. 

-  —  Lord  Byron. 

Conscience  punishes  our  misdeeds  by  revealing  to  us  our  guilt 
and  ill  desert.  It  will  not  permit  us  to  enjoy  the  love  of  one  whom 
we  have  secretly  betrayed.  It  will  not  suffer  us  to  take  pleasure  in 
the  esteem  of  our  fellows,  when  we  have  fallen  below  the  standards 
which  they  cherish.  It  cannot  be  put  off,  or  cheated,  or  bribed. 
For  it  is  inside  us;  it  is  an  aspect  of  ourselves;  and  to  get  away 
from  it  is  as  impossible  as  to  get  away  from  or  around  ourselves. 
Repentance,  confession,  and  attempted  restitution  are  the  only  offer- 
ings by  which  offended  conscience  can  be  appeased. 

-William  De  Witt  Hyde. 

When  a  conscience  is  of  less  specific  gravity  than  the  moral 
element  into  which  it  is  cast,  it  cannot  remain  submerged.  The 
fortunate  owner  of  such  a  conscience  watches  it  with  satisfaction 
when  it  serenely  bobs  to  the  surface;  he  advertises  its  superlative 
excellence,—  "  Perfectly  Pure  !  It  floats." 

—  Samuel  McChord  Crothew. 

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*  Cbriattanitp's  ^oblt 


Jf  ir*t  gwnbap  in  jfWarrf) 

* 

Christianity  possesses  the  noblest  words  in  the  language;  its 
literature  overflows  with  terms  expressive  of  the  greatest  and  happi- 
est moods  which  can  fill  the  soul  of  man.  Rest,  Joy,  Peace,  Faith, 
Love,  Light  —  these  words  occur  with  such  persistency  in  hymns 
and  prayers  that  an  observer  might  think  they  formed  the  staple  of 
Christian  experience.  But  on  coming  to  close  quarters  with  the 
actual  life  of  most  of  us,  how  surely  would  he  be  disenchanted! 
I  do  not  think  we  ourselves  are  aware  how  much  our  religious  life 
is  made  up  of  phrases;  how  much  of  what  we  call  Christian  ex- 
perience is  only  a  dialect  of  the  churches,  a  mere  religious  phrase- 
ology with  almost  nothing  behind  it  in  what  we  really  feel  and  know. 

— Henry  Drummond. 

When  people  meet  with  empty  minds, — people  who  live  only 
for  amusement,  not  for  anything  serious,  —  how  commonplace  and 
how  superficial  is  the  talk!  Even  when  there  is  talent,  culture, 
knowledge,  if  there  is  not  earnestness,  it  does  not  go  to  the  root  of 
things. — it  is  unsatisfactory.  _  Jajne8  Freeman 


>J<  Jleart  ber*u*  JBram 


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Heart  is  a  word  that  the  Bible  is  full  of.  Brain,  I  believe, 
is  not  mentioned  in  Scripture.  Heart,  in  the  sense  in  which  it  is 
currently  understood,  suggests  the  warm  center  of  human  life,  or  any 
other  life.  When  we  say  of  a  man  that  he  "  has  a  good  deal  of 
heart"  we  mean  that  he  is  "summery/*  When  you  come  near 
him  it  is  like  getting  around  to  the  south  side  of  a  house  in  mid- 
winter and  letting  the  sunshine  feel  of  you,  and  watching  the  snow 
slide  off  the  twigs  and  the  tear-drops  swell  on  the  points  of  pendent 
icicles.  Brain  counts  for  a  good  deal  more  to-day  than  heart  does. 
It  will  win  more  applause  and  earn  a  larger  salary. 

-         —Charles  H.  Parkhurst 

Our  brains  are  seventy-year  clocks.  The  angel  of  life  winds 
them  up  at  once  for  all,  then  closes  the  cases,  and  gives  the  key 
into  the  hand  of  the  angel  of  resurrection.  "Tic-tac,  tic-tad"  go 
the  wheels  of  thought;  our  will  cannot  stop  them;  madness  only 
makes  them  go  faster.  Death  alone  can  break  into  the  case,  and, 
seizing  the  ever-swinging  pendulum  which  we  call  the  heart,  silence 
at  last  the  clicking  of  the  terrible  escapement  we  have  carried  so 
long  beneath  our  aching  foreheads. 

—  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 


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Cfjirb  &unbap  in  Jflartfj 


Does  the  road  wind  uphill  all  the  way? 

Yes,  to  the  very  end. 
Will  the  day's  journey  take  the  whole  long  day? 

From  morn  to  night,  my  friend. 

But  is  there  for  the  night  a  resting-place  - 

A  roof  for  when  the  slow,  dark  hours  begin? 

May  not  the  darkness  hide  it  from  my  face  ? 
You  cannot  miss  that  inn. 

Shall  I  meet  other  wayfarers  at  night  — 

Those  who  have  gone  before? 
Then  must  I  knock,  or  call  when  just  in  sight? 

They  will  not  keep  you  standing  at  that  door. 

Shall  I  find  comfort,  travel-sore  and  weak? 

Of  labour  you  shall  find  the  sum. 
Will  there  be  beds  for  me  and  all  who  seek? 

Yea,  beds  for  all  who  come. 

—  Christina  G.  Rooctti. 


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^  QTfje  ^alue  of  Cime 


Jf  ourtf)  &tmbap  in 


Know  the  true  value  of  time  ;  snatch,  seize,  and  enjoy  every 
moment  of  it.  No  idleness,  no  laziness,  no  procrastination  ;  never 
put  off  till  to-morrow  what  you  can  do  to-day. 

—  Earl  of  Chesterfield. 

Alas  !  it  is  not  till  Time,  with  reckless  hand,  has  torn  out  half 
the  leaves  from  the  book  of  human  life  to  light  the  fires  of  human 
passion  with,  from  day  to  day,  that  man  begins  to  see  that  the 
leaves  which  remain  are  few  in  number. 

—  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow. 

There  is  no  end  to  the  sky, 

And  the  stars  are  everywhere, 

And  time  is  eternity, 

And  the  here  is  over  there  ; 

For  the  common  deeds  of  the  common  day 

Are  ringing  bells  in  the  far-away. 

—  —  —  —  Henry  Burton. 

Old  Time,  in  whose  banks  we  deposit  our  notes, 
Is  a  miser  who  always  wants  guineas  for  groats; 
He  keeps  all  his  customers  still  in  arrears 
By  lending  them  minutes  and  charging  them  years. 

—  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes 


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^  Hitting  ^ime  ^ 


Jf  tftlj 


in  4Warcf) 


If  it  is  true,  as  we  are  told,  that  "  Time  is  the  stuff  that  life  is 
made  of/*  then  wasting  time  is  wasting  life,  and  stealing  rime  is 
stealing  life,  and  "killing  time'*  is  a  kind  of  suicide  or  murder  — 
perhaps  both,  for  an  idler  very  commonly  steals  another's  rime  with 
which  to  kill  his  own.  These  time-  thieves  are  nearly  all  out  of  jail 
and  are  to  be  found  in  the  "  best  society.*'  I  would  rather  meet  a 

PickP°cket  _  -Jo.iahS.rong. 

Perhaps  no  phrase  is  so  terribly  significant  as  the  phrase 
"  killing  time.*'  It  is  a  tremendous  and  poetical  image,  the  image  of 
a  kind  of  cosmic  parricide.  There  are  on  the  earth  a  race  of 
revellers  who  do,  under  all  their  exuberance,  fundamentally  regard 
time  as  an  enemy.  _  -Gilbert  Keith  Cherterton. 

Those  who  do  not  know  how  to  spend  their  time  profitably, 
allow  their  lives  to  slip  away  with  much  sorrow  and  little  praise. 

—  Isabella  D'Este. 


^  Oaifjat  3s  £rutfj  ^ 


&unbap  in  Sprfl 


But  what  is  truth?  'Twas  Pilate's  question  put 
To  Truth  itself,  that  deign'd  him  no  reply. 

_  —  William  Cowpcr. 

To  love  truth  for  truth's  sake  is  the  principal  part  of  human 
perfection  in  this  world,  and  the  seed-plot  of  all  other  virtues. 

_  —  John  Locke. 

Truth  is  tough.  It  will  not  break,  like  a  bubble,  at  a  touch  ; 
nay,  you  may  kick  it  around  all  day,  like  a  football,  and  it  will  be 
round  and  full  at  evening.  _  _  Qliver  Wendell 


We  have  oftener  than  once  endeavored  to  attach  some  meaning 
to  that  aphorism,  vulgarly  imputed  to  Shaftesbury,  which,  however, 

we  can  find  nowhere  in  his  works,  that  "  ridicule  is  the  test  of  truth." 
\ 

_  —  Thomas  Carlyle. 

This  above  all  —  to  thine  own  self  be  true  ; 
And  it  must  follow,  as  the  night  the  day, 
Thou  canst  not  then  be  false  to  any  man. 

—  Shakespeare. 


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And,  after  all,  what  is  a  lie?  Tis  but 

The  truth  in  masquerade.  _  Lord  Byron 

Business  —  the  world's  work  —  is  the  sale  of  lies; 
Not  goods,  but  trade-marks  ;  and  still  more  and  more 
In  every  branch  becomes  the  sale.         _john  Daviclson. 


And  the  parson  made  it  his  text  that  week,  and  he  said  likewise, 
That  a  lie  which  is  half  a  truth  is  ever  the  blackest  of  lies ; 

That  a  lie  which  is  all  a  lie  may  be  met  and  fought  with  outright  — 
But  a  lie  which  is  part  a  truth  is  a  harder  matter  to  fight. 

— Alfred  Tennyson. 

Sin  has  many  tools,  but  a  lie  is  the  handle  which  fits  them  all. 

—  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 


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^  fcesfurso  —  5  &rtee 


CJjtrb  gwitoap  tn 

* 

Easter,  glad  feast  of  life,  belongs  only  to  those  who  are  alive 
in  soul,  and  heart,  and  mind.  Hearts  buried  in  graves  have  but 
little  share  in  its  resurrecting  thrill  of  joy.  Love  which  holds  on, 
which  lives  for  its  own,  and  makes  day  a  fruitful  memorial  instead 
of  a  measure  of  repining,  has  a  foretaste  of  the  immortality  it  be- 
lieves in,  through  its  conquest  of  death's  power  to  destroy. 

—  "C"  (Mrs.  James  Farley  Cox). 


Will  you  take  a  motto  for  your  spiritual  life?  It  is  not  an  in- 
scription for  your  tombstone:  " Resurgam,  I  shall  arise,  when 
earthly  life  is  over,  when  the  graves  unclose."  It  is  a  watchword 
for  your  hearts:  " Resurgo,  I  arise,  I  am  delivered,  I  am  quickened, 
I  begin  to  live  upward,  through  Christ,  for  Christ,  unto  Christ." 

-  Henry  Van  Dyke. 

God  expects  from  men  something  more  *  *  for  the  credit 
of  their  religion  as  well  as  the  satisfaction  of  their  conscience  that 
their  Easter  devotions  would  in  some  measure  come  up  to  their 


*  Bratfj  3*  /lot  Bratfj  * 


jFourtf)  ^unbap  in  &prtl 


I  came  from  God,  and  I'm  going  back  to  God,  and  I  won't 
have  any  gaps  of  death  in  the  middle  of  my  life. 

_  —George  MacDonald. 

Death  is  not  death,  then,  if  it  kills  no  part  of  us  save  that 
which  hindered  us  from  perfect  life.  Death  is  not  death,  if  it  raises 
us  from  darkness  into  light,  from  weakness  into  strength,  from  sinful- 
ness  into  holiness.  Death  is  not  death,  if  it  brings  us  nearer  to 
Christ,  who  is  the  fount  of  life.  Death  is  not  death,  if  it  perfects 
our  faith  by  sight,  and  lets  us  behold  Him  in  whom  we  have  be- 
lieved. Death  is  not  death,  if  it  gives  to  us  those  whom  we  have 
loved  and  lost,  for  whom  we  have  lived,  for  whom  we  long  to  live 
again.  Death  is  not  death,  if  it  rids  us  of  doubt  and  fear,  of 
chance  and  change,  of  space  and  time,  and  all  which  space  and 
time  bring  forth,  and  then  destroy.  Death  is  not  death  ;  for  Christ 
has  conquered  death.  _charlej 


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^  iWotton,  action, 


Jf  m&t  &unfcap  in 


Man  is  made  to  grow,  not  stop.  _  Robert 


He  who  is  silent  is  forgotten ;  he  who  does  not  advance,  falls 
back;  he  who  stops  is  overwhelmed,  distanced,  crushed;  he  who 
ceases  to  grow  greater,  becomes  smaller ;  he  who  leaves  off,  gives  up. 

/•      f 

—  Henri  Frederic  Amiel. 

If  you  stand  still,  you  will  be  run  over.  Motion,  action, 
progress — these  are  the  words  which  now  fill  the  vaults  of  heaven 
with  their  stirring  demands,  and  make  humanity's  heart  pulsate  with 
a  stronger  bound.  Advance,  or  stand  aside;  do  not  block  up  the 
way,  and  hinder  the  career  of  others ;  there  is  too  much  to  do  now 
to  allow  of  inaction  anywhere,  or  in  any  one.  There  is  something 
for  all  to  do;  the  world  is  becoming  more  and  more  known, — 
wider  in  magnitude,  closer  in  interest,  more  loving  and  more  event- 
ful than  of  old,  —  not  in  deeds  of  daring,  not  in  the  ensanguined 
field,  not  in  chains  and  terrors,  not  in  blood,  and  tears,  and  gloom, 
but  in  the  leaping,  vivifying,  exhilarating  impulses  of  a  better  birth 
of  the  soul.  -Selected. 


|       »fr  Brab  men  anb  fctec  »fr 


&>econb  &unbap  in 


Have  you  ever  read  Coleridge's  "  Ancient  Mariner"  ?  I  dare 
say  you  have  thought  it  one  of  the  strangest  imaginings  ever  put  to- 
gether, especially  the  part  where  the  old  mariner  represents  the 
corpses  of  all  the  dead  men  rising  up,  —  all  of  them  dead,  yet  rising 
up  to  manage  the  ship  ;  dead  men  pulling  the  ropes,  dead  men  steer- 
ing, dead  men  spreading  the  sails.  But,  do  you  know,  I  have  lived 
to  see  that.  I  have  gone  into  churches,  and  I  have  seen  a  dead 
man  in  the  pulpit,  and  a  dead  man  as  a  deacon,  and  a  dead  man 
holding  the  plate  at  the  door,  and  dead  men  sitting  to  hear. 

_  —  Charles  Haddon  Spurgeon. 

All  the  masterpieces  of  literature  have  been  produced  by 
"  live  men."  They  have  been,  in  most  cases,  elaborated  in  the 
intervals  of  less  congenial  toils,  —  in  the  pauses  of  dull  drudgery, 
amidst  neglect,  anxiety  and  privation.  They  that  have  spread  light 
through  the  world  had  often  scarcely  oil  for  the  lamp  by  which 
they  worked  ;  they  that  have  left  imperishable  records  of  their  mind, 
had  little  to  support  the  body,  and  gave  forth  the  incense  in  which 
their  knowledge  is  embalmed  "  in  self-consuming  flames." 

—  William  Mathew*. 


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CfjirJ)  &unbap  in  fflap 


Some  one  once  asked  Kingsley  what  was  the  secret  of  his 
strong  joyous  life,  and  he  answered,    "  I  had  a  friend." 


Friendship  is  to  be  valued  for  what  is  in  it,  not  for  what  can 
be  gotten  out  of  it.  When  two  people  appreciate  each  other  be- 
cause each  has  found  the  other  convenient  to  have  around,  they 
are  not  friends,  they  are  simply  acquaintances  with  a  business  under- 
standing. To  seek  friendship  for  its  utility  is  as  futile  as  to  seek  the 
end  of  a  rainbow  for  its  bag  of  gold.  A  true  friend  is  always  use- 
ful in  the  highest  sense;  but  we  should  beware  of  thinking  of  our 
friends  as  brother-members  of  a  mutual  benefit  association,  with  its 
periodical  demands  and  threats  of  suspension  for  non-payment  of 

due8'  -  Henry  Clay  Trumbull. 

"  Greater  love  hath  no  man  than  this,  that  a  man  lay  down 
his  life  for  a  friend."  This  high-water  mark  has  often  been  reached, 
men  have  given  themselves  to  each  other,  with  nothing  to  gain,  with 
no  self-interest  to  serve,  and  with  no  keeping  back  of  the  price. 

—  Hugh  Black. 


^  JMoto  to  iflabe  Jf  rienb*  ^ 

Jfourtf)  &unbap  in 


To  make  and  keep  friends  is  the  great  art  of  life,  yet  the 
easiest  and  simplest  thing  in  the  world.  Everybody  desires  friends  ; 
though  from  shyness,  or  pride  —  which  is  often  the  veil  of  shyness  — 
few  are  ready  to  meet  us  at  half-way.  But  if  we  learn  to  ignore 
the  thin  films  of  diversity  in  training,  station,  interest  and  aim,  and 
go  straight  to  the  heart  of  our  fellow  man,  we  are  sure  of  finding  a 
cordial  response.  _  -William  DeWitt  Hyde. 

O  friend,  my  bosom  cried, 

Through  thee  alone  the  sky  is  arched, 

Through  thee  the  rose  is  red, 

All  things  through  thee  take  nobler  form, 

And  look  beyond  the  earth, 

And  is  the  mill-round  of  our  fate, 

A  sun-path  in  thy  worth! 

Me  too  thy  nobleness  has  taught 

To  master  my  despair; 

The  fountains  of  my  hidden  life 

Are  through  thy  friendship  fair. 

—  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 


2! 


Hooking  Oiptoarb*  ^ 


;f  iftf)  feunbap  in 


It  is  a  good  thing  to  believe,  it  is  a  good  thing  to  admire.  By 
continually  looking  upwards,  our  minds  will  themselves  grow  up- 
wards ;  and  as  a  man,  by  indulging  in  habits  of  scorn  and  contempt 
for  others,  is  sure  to  descend  to  the  level  of  what  he  despises,  so 
the  opposite  habits  of  admiration  and  enthusiastic  reverence  for 
excellence  impart  to  ourselves  a  portion  of  the  qualities  we  admire. 

_  —  Matthew  Arnold. 

Might  I  give  counsel  to  any  young  man,  I  would  say  to  him, 
try  to  frequent  the  company  of  your  betters.  In  books  and  in  life, 
that  is  the  most  wholesome  society.  Learn  to  admire  rightly;  the 
great  pleasure  of  life  is  that.  Note  what  great  men  admire;  they 
admire  great  things.  Narrow  spirits  admire  basely  and  worship 

meanly-  -  William  Makepeace  Thackeray. 


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^  mountain-top  foment*  ^ 


Jf  trat  gwnbap  in  3Tune 


We  have  our  mountain-top  moments,  when  vision  is  clear  and 
wide,  and  it  is  easy  to  see  straight  and  to  appraise  things  at  their 
true  value;  and  the  great  realities,  which  are  intangible  and  which 
generally  we  cannot  get  hold  of,  now  tal^e  hold  of  us,  and  all  that 
is  best  in  us  becomes  alert  and  strong  ;  and  it  seems  to  us  that  we 
can  never  again  be  mastered  by  a  mean  motive.  And  then  gradu- 
ally and  all  unconsciously  we  sink  back  to  the  old  level,  the  vision 
becomes  only  a  memory,  and  life  is  again  mere  commonplace;  our 
horizon  has  contracted  ;  the  realities  of  life  are  again  the  things 
which  can  be  weighed  and  measured,  bought  and  sold,  and  perhaps 
the  cry  of  appetite  or  passion  drowns  the  "  still  small  voice  "  and 
our  lower  self  has  gained  the  upper  hand.  _  T  .  i  o 

How  exalting  are  the  mountains  and  how  humbling!  How 
lonely  and  how  comforting!  How  awesome  and  how  kindly! 
How  relentless  and  how  sympathetic  !  Reflecting  every  mood  of 
man  they  add  somewhat  to  his  nobler  stature  and  diminish  some- 
what  his  ignoble  self.  _  Ra)ph  Connor 


fELLJr: 

IF 


^  Creebflf  ^ 


&econb 


in  June 


No  denomination  believes  in  any  creed  except  its  own. 

-Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

Some  people  seem  to  think  that  it  is  bad  for  any  man  to  have 
definitely  accepted  a  religious  belief  in  which  he  proposes  to  live  and 
die,  which  he  never  expects  to  change.  It  is  the  loose  popular 
feeling  against  creeds.  "  Have  your  creeds,"  says,  in  substance,  one 
of  our  teachers,  "  if  you  must,  but  build  them  like  birds*  nests,  to 
be  used  only  this  year."  _  _  pyiip$  ^^ 

Religion  is  not  an  acceptance  of  a  creed,  or  a  burden  of  com- 
mandments, but  a  personal  secret  of  the  soul,  to  be  attained  each 

man  for  himself. 

—  Hugh  Black. 

The  man  with  a  good  life  and  a  bad  creed  is  better  than  a 

man  with  a  good  creed  and  a  bad  life.  D   D  .  , 

—  K.  P.  Johnson. 


in 


"  All  things  whatsoever  ye  would  that  men  should  do  to  you, 
do  ye  even  so  to  them.*' 

The  Golden  Rule  may  be  said  to  have  existed  always  and  to 
be  a  part  of  all  religions.  Sixteen  hundred  years  before  the  birth 
of  Jesus  there  ran  an  Egyptian  vale  to  the  dead :  "  He  sought  for 
others  the  good  he  desired  for  himself.  Let  him  pass  on."  A 
century  later,  when  the  Hindu  kingdoms  were  being  established 
along  the  Ganges,  it  was  written :  "  The  true  rule  in  business  is  to 
guard  and  do  the  things  of  others  as  they  do  by  their  own."  The 
Greeks  in  1 070  B.  C.  came  yet  nearer  the  wording  of  Jesus,  with : 
"  Do  not  that  to  thy  neighbor  which  thou  would  take  ill  from  him." 
Confucius  in  55 1  B.  C.  advised :  ;<  What  you  would  not  wish  done 
to  yourself  do  not  unto  others."  At  the  first  Buddhistic  Council, 
477  B.  C.,  the  Scribes  almost  duplicated  the  advice  of  Egypt's 
priests,  writing :  "  One  should  seek  for  others  the  happiness  one 
desires  for  oneself."  A  century  and  a  half  before  Christ  the  law 
of  Rome  once  more  repeated  the  theme :  "  The  law  imprinted  on 
the  hearts  of  all  men  is  to  love  the  members  of  society  as  them- 
selves." When  Alexander  of  Macedon  marched  into  Persia  334 
B.  C.,  did  he  not  find  there  before  him  the  Zoroastrian  precept, 
"  Do  as  you  would  be  done  by  "  ?  Finally,  Mohammed  gave  yet 
another  expression  to  it,  for  the  Koran  instructs :  "  Let  none  of  you 
treat  his  brother  in  a  way  in  which  he  himself  would  dislike  to  be 
treated."  —Selected. 


^  3ta  tfje  ®Hrong  Sole  ffr 


Jfourtf)  &unbap  in  3fane 


If  we  choose  to  represent  the  various  parts  in  life  by  holes  in  a 
table,  of  different  shapes,  —  some  circular,  some  triangular,  some 
square,  some  oblong,  —  and  the  persons  acting  these  parts  by  bits 
of  wood  of  similar  shapes,  we  shall  generally  find  that  the  triangular 
person  has  got  into  the  square  hole,  the  oblong  into  the  triangular, 
while  the  square  person  has  squeezed  himself  into  the  round  hole. 

— Sydney  Smith. 

There  is  hardly  a  poet,  artist,  philosopher,  or  man  of  science 
mentioned  in  the  history  of  the  human  intellect  whose  genius  was 
not  opposed  by  parents,  guardians,  or  teachers. 

-  Edwin  Percy  Whipple. 

God  plants  us  where  we  grow. 
It  is  not  because  a  bud  is  bom 
At  a  wild  brier's  end,  full  i  the  wild  beast's  way, 
We  ought  to  pluck  and  put  it  out  of  reach 
On  the  oak-tree  top,  —  say,  "  There  the  bud  belongs !  " 

—  Robert  Browning. 


^  ^ur  Ration  ^ 


Jf  tr«t 


in  3Tulp 


My  Fathers  and  Brethren,  this  is  never  to  be  forgotten  —  that 
New  England  is  originally  a  plantation  of  religion,  not  a  plantation 

_  —John  Higginson. 

Our  nation  is  that  one  among  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
which  holds  in  its  hands  the  fate  of  the  coming  years.  We  enjoy 
exceptional  advantages,  and  are  menaced  by  exceptional  dangers; 
and  all  signs  indicate  that  we  shall  either  fail  greatly  or  succeed 
greatly.  I  firmly  believe  we  shall  succeed  ;  but  we  must  not  foolishly 
blink  at  the  dangers  by  which  we  are  threatened,  for  that  is  the 
way  to  fail.  On  the  contrary,  we  must  soberly  set  to  work  to  find 
out  all  we  can  about  the  existence  and  extent  of  every  evil,  must 
acknowledge  it  to  be  such,  and  must  then  attack  it  with  unyielding 

rcsolurion-  -Theodore  Roosevelt 


*  *  *  That  this  nation,  under  God,  shall  have  a  new  birth 
of  freedom;  and  that  government  of  the  people,  by  the  people,  for 
the  people,  shall  not  perish  from  the  earth.  _ 


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n 


God  said,  "  I  am  the  End 

And  the  Beginning." 
"  Ah,  God/*  I  said,  "  the  middle  way 

Where  I  stand  sinning." 

God  said,  "  I  am  the  Light, 

Darkness  is  mine." 
"  Alas,"  I  said,  "  the  twilit  hour 

Before  sunshine." 

God  said,  "  All  wise  I  came 

Even  as  a  child." 
"  Ah,  God,"  I  said,  "  the  years  between 

When  youth  runs  wild." 

God  said,  "  In  joy  I  come, 

And  rime  of  tears." 
"  Alas,  the  hours  of  vague  regrets 

And  vaguer  fears." 

God  said,  "  Who  seeks  to  see 

My  face  shall  find." 
"  Have  pity,  Lord,  look  down, 

Mine  eyes  are  blind  "     _ 


tn 


One  of  Dr.  Johnson's  ingredients  of  happiness  was,  "  A  litde 
less  time  than  you  want."  That  means  always  to  have  so  many 
things  you  want  to  see,  to  have,  and  to  do,  that  no  day  is  quite  long 
enough  for  all  you  would  think  you  would  like  to  get  done  before 
you  go  to  bed.  _  _  Helen  Hunt  Jackson 

One  of  the  secrets  of  happiness  is  found  in  the  habitual 
emphasis  of  pleasant  things,  and  the  persistent  casting  aside  of  all 
malign  elements.  Men  make  their  own  world.  We  have  read  of 
a  horticulturist  who  could  not  walk  through  a  flower  garden,  and 
see  a  rose-bush  covered  with  blossoms,  without  searching  until  he 
found  at  least  one  blighted  leaf.  There  are  men  who  cannot  look 
upon  a  great  picture  without  scrutinizing  every  inch  of  the  canvas 
for  some  light  or  shade  to  criticize,  and  afterward  they  recall  only 
the  blemish.  Yet  there  never  was  a  tree  so  beautiful  that  it  did 
not  have  one  broken  bough.  There  never  was  a  book  so  wise  but 
that  it  had  one  untruth  or  overstatement.  Even  Helen's  brow  held 
one  litde  blemish.  Scientists  tell  us  there  are  spots  on  the  sun. 

—  Newell  Dwight  Hillis. 


*&  Superfluity  >J< 


Jfourti)  &tmbap  in  Julp 


The  malady  of  the  age  is  overaccumulation.  It  is  the  engine 
clogged  by  the  fuel  ;  the  mill-race  stopped  by  the  flood.  One  has 
too  much  of  everything.  The  homes  of  the  wealthy  are  not  merely 
decorated  and  furnished  ;  they  are  fairly  transformed  into  museums 
of  works  of  art,  virtue,  bric-a-brac.  And  all  the  pleasures,  privi- 
leges, and  demands  of  life  are  multiplied  till  that  which  should  be  a 
joy  is,  instead,  a  drudgery.  There  is  too  much  to  read,  too  much 
to  see,  too  much  to  do,  too  many  letters  and  notes  in  the  way  of 
private  and  personal  correspondence  to  write,  too  much  to  eat,  too 
much  apparel  to  keep  in  order  and  look  after,  —  too  many  demands 
and  complications  of  life  in  every  form.  _  Ufau  Whitin 


They  are  sick  that  surfeit  with  too  much,  as  they  that 
Starve  with  nothing ;  it  is  no  mean  happiness  therefore 
To  be  seated  in  the  mean ;  superfluity  comes  sooner  by 
White  hairs ;  but  competence  lives  longer. 

—  Shakespeare. 


^  fctoo  £>orlb*  ^ 


Jfirst  &unbap  in 

* 


There  are  two  worlds  :  the  world  that  we  can  measure  with 
line  and  rule,  and  the  world  that  we  feel  with  our  hearts  and 
imagination. 


The  world  is  too  much  with  us  ;  late  and  soon, 
Getting  and  spending,  we  lay  waste  our  powers  ; 
Little  we  see  in  nature  that  is  ours  ; 
We  have  given  our  hearts  away,  a  sordid  boon  ! 
This  sea  that  bares  her  bosom  to  the  moon  ; 
The  winds  that  will  be  howling  at  all  hours, 
And  are  up-gathered  now  like  sleeping  flowers,  — 
For  this,  for  everything,  we  are  out  of  tune  ; 
It  moves  us  not  —  Great  God!  I'd  rather  be 
A  Pagan  suckled  in  a  creed  outworn, 
So  might  I,  standing  on  this  pleasant  lea, 
Have  glimpses  that  would  make  me  less  forlorn  ; 
Have  sight  of  Proteus  rising  from  the  sea, 
Or  hear  old  Triton  blow  his  wreathed  horn! 

—  William  Wordsworth. 


&econb 


n 


Everywhere  the  human  soul  stands  between  a  hemisphere  of 
light  and  another  of  darkness  ;  on  the  confines  of  two  everlasting 
hostile  empires,  Necessity  and  Freewill.  —Thomas  Carl  lc 

"  Peace,  be  still,"  we  may  say  with  assurance  to  everything 
in  our  being  which  offers  resistance  to  the  Spirit;  and,  when  we 
thus  speak,  the  lower  self  will  know  intuitively  that  we  speak  with 
authority.  The  soul  is  capable  of  becoming  absolute  master  of  all 
else  that  is  in  us  ;  and  its  supremacy  shall  become  a  living  fact  if 
only  we  cease  to  fight  and  to  struggle  ;  if  we  give  up  forever  the 
attempt  to  crush  the  old  man  in  us,  and  resolutely  affirm  the  power 
and  purity  of  the  new.  -Horatio  W. 


The  Search. 

None  could  tell  me  where  my  Soul  might  be; 
I  searched  for  God,  but  God  eluded  me  ; 
I  sought  my  Brother  out,  and  found  all  three. 

—  Ernest  Crosby. 


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<Eljirb  gmtftap  in 


Out  of  the  night  that  covers  me, 

Black  as  the  Pit  from  pole  to  pole, 

I  thank  whatever  gods  may  be 
For  my  unconquerable  soul. 

In  the  fell  clutch  of  circumstance 

I  have  not  winced  nor  cried  aloud. 

Under  the  bludgeoning  of  chance 

My  head  is  bloody,  but  unbowed. 

Beyond  this  place  of  wrath  and  tears 

Looms  but  the  horror  of  the  shade, 

And  yet  the  menace  of  the  years 

Finds,  and  shall  find,  me  unafraid. 

It  matters  not  how  strait  the  gate, 

How  charged  with  punishments  the  scroll, 
I  am  the  master  of  my  fate: 

I  am  the  captain  of  my  soul. 

—  William  Ernest  Henley. 


^  $)o*t  iflortem  Hinbntjtfe* 


Jf  ourtf)  &unbap  in 


I  expect  to  pass  through  this  life  but  once.  If  there  is  any 
kindness  or  any  good  thing  I  can  do  to  my  fellow  beings  let  me  do 
it  now;  I  shall  pass  this  way  but  once.  —  Wlliam  P 

For  happiness  is  through  helpfulness.  Every  morning  let  us 
build  a  booth  to  shelter  some  one  from  life's  fierce  heat.  Every 
noon  let  us  dig  some  life-spring  for  thirsty  lips.  Every  night  let  us 
be  food  for  the  hungry  and  shelter  for  the  cold  and  naked. 

-  Newell  Dwight  Hillis. 

Post-mortem  kindesses  do  not  cheer  the  burdened  spirit. 
Tears  falling  on  the  icy  brow  of  Death  make  poor  and  too  tardy 
atonement  for  coldness,  neglect,  and  cruel  selfishness  in  life's  long, 
struggling  years.  Appreciation  when  the  heart  is  stilled  has  no 
inspiration  for  the  spirit.  Justice  comes  too  late  when  it  is  pro- 
nounced only  in  funeral  eulogium.  Flowers  piled  on  the  coffin  cast 
no  fragrance  backward  over  weary  days. 

—  James  Russell  Miller. 


Jf  iffy  &>unbap  in 


Anger  is  like  the  waves  of  a  troubled  sea ;  when  it  is  cor- 
rected with  a  soft  reply,  as  with  a  little  strand,  it  retires,  and  leaves 
nothing  behind  but  froth  and  shells,  —  no  permanent  mischief. 

— Jeremy  Taylor. 

To  be  angry  about  trifles  is  mean  and  childish ;  to  rage  and 
be  furious  is  brutish ;  and  to  maintain  perpetual  wrath  is  akin  to  the 
practice  and  temper  of  devils ;  but  to  prevent  and  suppress  rising 
resentment  is  wise  and  glorious,  is  manly  and  divine. 

-  Isaac  Watts. 

Anger  and  worry  are  like  echoes ;  they  do  not  exist  until  we 
call  them,  and  the  louder  we  call,  the  louder  is  their  response. 
We  can  never  drown  them ;  yet,  if  left  alone,  they  drown  themselves. 

—  Horace  Fletcher. 

When  a  man  is  wrong  and  won't  admit  it,  he  always  gets 
*>^"  — Thomas  Chandler  Haliburton. 


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&>toeat  of  tfje  JBroto  ^ 


in  feeptemher 


:f  irgt 


To  turn  night  into  day  or  Sunday  into  a  work-day  is  the  best 
way  to  have  neither  time  nor  capacity  for  work.     _  ^j  ^ 


He  that  would  enjoy  life  and  act  with  freedom  must  have  the 
work  of  the  day  continually  before  his  eyes.  Not  yesterday's  work, 
lest  he  fall  into  despair  ;  not  to-morrow's,  lest  he  become  a  vision- 
ary —  not  that  which  ends  with  the  day,  which  is  a  worldly  work  ; 
nor  yet  that  only  which  remains  to  eternity,  for  by  it  he  cannot 
shape  his  actions.  _  _j  clafk  Maxwel|. 

All  true  work  is  sacred  ;  in  all  true  work,  were  it  but  true 
hand-labor,  there  is  something  of  divineness.  Labor,  wide  as  the 
earth,  has  its  summit  in  Heaven.  Sweat  of  the  brow  ;  and  up 
from  that  to  sweat  of  the  brain,  sweat  of  the  heart  ;  which  includes 
all  Kepler  calculations,  Newton  meditations,  all  sciences,  all  spoken 
epics,  all  acted  heroism,  martyrdoms  —  up  to  that  "  agony  of  bloody 


sweat"  which  all  men  have  called  divine. 


—  Thomas  Carlyle. 


I 


^  fetrengtrj  ano  Courage  ^     ,, 


&econb  feuntmp  in  September 


Strength  and  courage  are  inseparable,  and  the  injunction  to  be 
strong  is  nearly  equivalent  to  the  injunction  to  be  courageous.  "  Be 
strong'*  can  only  mean  "  Rally  the  strength  you  have.**  "  Be 
courageous  '*  means  "  Concentrate  your  strength  against  danger  or 

_  -Lewi.O.Brartow. 

Be  strong  I 

We  are  not  here  to  play,  to  dream,  to  drift, 
We  have  hard  work  to  do,  and  loads  to  lift 
Shun  not  the  struggle  ;  face  it.  Tis  God's  gift. 

Be  strong  ! 

Say  not  the  days  are  evil  —  who's  to  blame  ? 
And  fold  the  hands  and  acquiesce  —  O  shame  ! 
Stand  up,  speak  out,  and  bravely,  in  God's  name. 

Be  strong  ! 

It  matters  not  how  deep  entrenched  the  wrong, 
How  hard  the  battle  goes,  the  day  how  long, 
Faint  not,  fight  on  !     To-morrow  comes  the  song. 

—  Maltbie  Davenport  BabcocL 


^  tEfje  SSBorib'a  iWtrror  ^ 


&unbap  in  September 


Believe  me,  the  world  is  a  mirror,  —  it  reflects  back  to  you  the 
face  you  present  to  it,  and  you  get  out  of  the  world  just  what  you 
put  into  it.  If  you  make  no  effort  to  let  it  know  what  you  have 
done  it  makes  no  effort  to  find  out  what  you  have  done.  Is  not 
this  the  just  working  of  law  ?  If  you  make  no  action,  there  will  be 
no  re-action.  If  you  do  not  sing  out,  can  you  get  an  echo  ? 

—  Dorothy  Quigley. 

Man's  soul  is  like  a  mirror,  and  the  placing 
Is  all  according  to  his  individual  will  ; 

He  may  the  glass  to  Heaven  or  Hell  have  facing, 
And  faithfully  will  be  reflected  good  or  ill. 

_  -  Norma  K.  Bright 

Children  are  given  to  us  as  a  mirror,  in  which  we  may  behold 
modesty,  courteousness,  benignity,  harmony,  and  other  Christian 
virtues,  the  Lord  himself  declaring,  "  Unless  ye  be  converted  and 
become  as  little  children  ye  shall  not  enter  into  the  Kingdom  of 

Heaven-  —  Johann  Amos  Comenius. 


Jf  ourtf)  gwnbap  in  September 


m 

3li 


There  are  loyal  hearts,  there  are  spirits  brave, 
There  are  souls  that  are  pure  and  true ; 

Then  give  to  the  world  the  best  you  have, 
And  the  best  shall  come  back  to  you. 

Give  love,  and  love  to  your  heart  will  flow, 

A  strength  in  your  utmost  need ; 
Have  faith  and  a  score  of  hearts  will  show 

Their  faith  in  your  word  and  deed. 

For  life  is  the  mirror  of  king  and  slave, 

Tis  just  what  you  are  and  do ; 
Then  give  to  the  world  the  best  you  have, 

And  the  best  will  come  back  to  you. 

—  Madeline  S.  Bridges. 

Man's  mind  a  mirror  is  of  heavenly  sights, 
A  brief  wherein  all  marvels  summed  lie, 

Of  fairest  forms  and  sweetest  shapes  the  store, 

Most  graceful  all,  yet  thought  may  grace  them  more. 

—  Robert  Southwell 


El 


Jf  tr*t  feunbap  tit  (October 


An  evil-speaker  differs  from  an  evil-doer  only  in  .the  want  of 
opportunity.  —  Quintilian. 

When  the  tongue  of  slander  stings  thee,  let  this  be  thy  com- 
fort :  They  are  not  the  worst  fruits  on  which  the  wasps  alight. 

—  Gottfried  Augustus  Burger. 

The  flying  rumours  gathered  as  they  roll'd, 
Scarce  any  tale  was  sooner  heard  than  told ; 
And  all  who  told  it  added  something  new, 
And  all  who  heard  it  made  enlargements  too. 

—  Alexander  Pope. 

What  we  call  tact  is  the  ability  to  find  before  it  is  too  late 
what  it  is  that  our  friends  do  not  desire  to  leam  from  us.  It  is  the 
art  of  withholding,  on  proper  occasions,  information  which  we  are 
quite  sure  would  be  good  for  them.  _Samue,  McChor{J  ^^ 

There's  so  much  bad  in  the  best  of  us 

And  so  much  good  in  the  worst  of  us, 

That  it  hardly  behooves  any  of  us 

To  talk  about  the  rest  of  us.  Selected 


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*fr  £olben  ^timers;  ^ 


£s>cconb  &unbap  in  (October 


"  Speech  is  silver  and  Silence  is  golden/* 

Among  the  golden  silences  are  :  — 

First,  the  Silence  of  Knowledge,  which  does  not  speak  or 
argue,  because  it  knows  ;  and  therefore  there  is  no  more  to  be  said. 

Second,  the  Silence  of  Ignorance,  which  neither  speaks  nor 
argues,  because  it  does  not  know  ;  and  therefore  has  no  right  to 
say  anything  at  all. 

Third,  the  Silence  of  Forgiveness,  which  puts  the  pardoned 
offense  behind  its  back  and  never  refers  to  it  again  ;  uttering  no 
word  of  reproach  or  regret,  but  leaving  the  dead  past  to  bury  its 
dead  in  a  nameless  and  forgotten  grave. 

Fourth,  the  Silence  of  Patience,  which  suffers  long  and  is 
kind,  and  can  possess  its  soul  until  the  daybreak,  be  the  night  never 
so  long. 

Fifth,  the  Silence  of  Endurance,  which  never  complains  nor 
bemoans  its  fate,  however  hardly  the  stars  fight  against  it. 

Sixth,  the  Silence  of  Peace,  —  that  silence  which  keeps  un- 
uttered  the  word  which  it  knows  would  produce  hatred,  argument 
and  loud  discussion,  and  which  might  separate  very  friends. 

—  Ellen  Thomeycroft  Fowler. 


Efjirb  gmnbap  in  <£>ctofaer 


To  be  glad  of  life  because  it  gives  you  the  chance  to  love  and 
to  work  and  to  play  and  to  look  up  at  the  stars  ;  to  be  satisfied 
with  your  possessions,  and  not  content  with  yourself  until  you  have 
made  the  best  of  them  ;  to  despise  nothing  in  the  world  except 
falsehood  and  meanness  ;  and  to  fear  nothing  except  cowardice  ; 
to  be  governed  by  your  admirations  rather  than  by  your  disgusts  ; 
to  covet  nothing  that  is  your  neighbor's  except  his  kindness  of  heart 
and  gentleness  of  manners  ;  to  think  seldom  of  your  enemies,  often 
of  your  friends,  and  every  day  of  Christ  ;  and  to  spend  as  much 
time  as  you  can,  with  body  and  with  spirit,  in  God's  out-of-doors 
—  these  are  little  guide-posts  on  the  foot-path  to  peace. 

_  -  Henry  Van  Dyke. 

People  are  always  expecting  to  get  peace  in  heaven  :  but  you 
know  whatever  peace  they  get  there  will  be  ready-made.  What- 
ever making  of  peace  they  can  be  blest  for  must  be  on  the  earth 


here. 


— John  Rusltin. 


Brab  Utabf  * 


Jfourtf)  &>unbap  tn  (October 


I  walked  alone  upon  the  cold,  hard  ground, 
While  many  a  fluttering  leaf  around  me  lay  ; 
For  like  my  former  self  they  too  were  gay 
With  blossoms,  and  once  with  hope  abound. 
Now  at  my  feet  their  wrinkled  forms  were  found, 
The  sole  survivors  of  yon  summer  day  ; 
And  as  I  trod  this  sere  and  yellow  way, 
My  spirit  leafless  like  the  trees  and  bound 
A  captive  to  despair,  lo  !  o'er  this  horde 
Of  sportive  leaves  like  elfish  sprites  on  wing 
The  October  sun  shone  out,  as  if  to  sing 
Of  highest  hope  and  speak  the  cheering  word, 
"  Lift  up  your  hearts,  O  men,  unto  your  King  !  " 
I  said,  "  We  lift  them  up  unto  the  Lord  !  " 

—  William  Wilberforce  Newton. 


O  what  a  glory  does  this  world  put  on 
For  him  who,  with  a  fervent  heart,  goes  forth 
Under  the  bright  and  glorious  sky,  and  looks 
On  duties  well  performed  and  days  well  spent ! 
For  him  the  wind,  ay,  and  the  yellow  leaves, 
Shall  have  a  voice,  and  give  him  eloquent  teachings. 

—  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow. 


Simple  Htfe 


&unbap  in  J^ofaember 


A  man  is  simple  when  his  chief  care  is  the  wish  to  be  what 
he  ought  to  be  ;  that  is,  honestly  and  naturally  human.  We  may 
compare  existence  to  raw  material.  What  it  is  matters  less  than 
what  is  made  of  it,  —  as  the  value  of  a  work  of  art  lies  in  the 
flowering  of  a  workman's  skill.  True  life  is  possible  in  social  con- 
ditions the  most  diverse,  and  with  natural  gifts  the  most  unequal. 
It  is  not  fortune  or  personal  advantage,  but  our  turning  them  to 
account,  that  constitutes  the  value  of  life.  Fame  adds  no  more 
than  does  length  of  days  ;  quality  is  the  thing. 

_  —  Charles  Wagner. 

I  do  believe  in  simplicity.  It  is  astonishing  as  well  as  sad  how 
many  trivial  affairs  even  the  wisest  man  thinks  he  must  attend  to 
every  day  ;  how  singular  an  affair  he  thinks  he  must  omit  When 
the  mathematician  would  solve  a  difficult  problem,  he  first  frees  the 
equation  of  all  encumbrances,  and  reduces  it  to  its  simplest  terms. 
So  simplify  the  problem  of  life,  distinguish  the  necessary  and  the 
real.  Probe  the  earth  to  see  where  your  main  roots  run. 

—  Henry  David  Thoreau. 


£>eeonb  &unbap  in 


There  is  a  certain  artificial  polish,  a  commonplace  vivacity, 
acquired  by  perpetually  mingling  in  the  beau  monde,  which,  in  the 
commerce  of  the  world,  supplies  the  place  of  a  natural  suavity  and 
good  humour,  but  is  purchased  at  the  expense  of  all  original  and 
sterling  traits  of  character.  By  a  kind  of  fashionable  discipline,  the 
eye  is  taught  to  brighten,  the  lip  to  smile,  and  the  whole  counte- 
nance to  irradiate  with  the  semblance  of  friendly  welcome,  while  the 
bosom  is  unwarmed  by  a  single  spark  of  genuine  kindness  and 
good-will  _  _  Washington  Irving. 

It  is  an  ugly  world.     Offend 

Good  people,  how  they  wrangle, 
The  manners  that  they  never  mend, 

The  characters  they  mangle  ! 
They  eat,  and  drink,  and  scheme,  and  plod, 

And  go  to  church  on  Sunday, 
And  many  are  afraid  of  God  — 

And  more  of  Mrs.  Grundy. 

—  Frederick  Locker. 


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Contentment 


If 


in  J&toember 


Let  us  learn  to  be  content  with  what  we  have.  Let  us  get 
rid  of  our  false  estimates,  set  up  all  the  higher  ideals  —  a  quiet  home  ; 
vines  of  our  own  planting  ;  a  few  books  full  of  the  inspiration  of  a 
genius  ;  a  few  friends  worthy  of  being  loved  and  able  to  love  us  in 
turn  ;  a  hundred  innocent  pleasures  that  bring  no  pain  or  sorrow  ; 
a  devotion  to  the  right  that  will  never  swerve;  a  simple  religion 
empty  of  all  bigotry,  full  of  trust  and  hope  and  love  —  and  to  such 
a  philosophy  this  world  will  give  up  all  the  empty  joy  it  has. 

_  —  David  Swing. 

Sweet  are  the  thoughts  that  savour  of  content  ; 

The  quiet  mind  is  richer  than  a  crown  ; 
Sweet  are  the  nights  in  careless  slumber  spent  ; 

The  poor  estate  scorns  Fortune's  angry  frown  : 
Such  sweet  content,  such  minds,  such  sleep,  such  bliss, 

Beggars  enjoy,  when  princes  oft  do  miss. 

—  Robert  Greene. 


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II 


^  tEfranhagtomg  ^        ""]  |= 


Jfourtf)  &unbap  in  J^obemfcer 


I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  that  I  am  straight  and  strong, 
With  wit  to  work  and  hope  to  keep  me  brave  ; 

That  two-score  years,  unfathomed,  still  belong 
To  the  allotted  life  Thy  bounty  gave. 

I  thank  Thee  that  the  sight  of  sunlit  lands 

And  dipping  hills,  the  breath  of  evening  grass  — 

That  wet,  dark  rocks  and  flowers  in  my  hands 
Can  give  me  daily  gladness  as  I  pass. 

I  thank  Thee  that  I  love  the  things  of  earth  — 
Ripe  fruits  and  laughter  lying  down  to  sleep, 

The  shine  of  lighted  towns,  the  graver  worth 

Of  beating  human  hearts  that  laugh  and  weep. 

I  thank  Thee  that  as  yet  I  need  not  know, 

Yet  need  not  fear,  the  mystery  of  the  end  ; 

But  more  than  all,  and  though  all  these  should  go  — 

Dear  Lord,  this  on  my  knees  !  —  I  thank  thee  for  my 

-  Juliet  Wilbur  Toropkins. 


*  Cfiaritp  ^ 


Jftf  tt)  feunbap  in  Jlobember 


In  Faith  and  Hope  the  world  will  disagree, 
But  all  mankind's  concern  is  Charity. 

_  —Alexander  Pope. 

The  desire  of  power  in  excess  caused  the  angels  to  fall  ;  the 
desire  of  knowledge  in  excess  caused  man  to  fall  ;  but  in  charity 
there  is  no  excess,  neither  can  angel  nor  man  come  in  danger  by  it. 

_  —  Francis  Bacon. 

Charity  seeks  to  smooth  down  the  rough  places  of  living,  to 
bridge  the  chasms  of  human  sin  and  folly,  to  find  the  heart-hungry, 
to  give  strength  to  the  struggling,  to  be  tender  with  human  weak- 
ness, and  greatest  of  all,  it  means  —  obeying  the  Divine  injunction: 
"  Judge  not."  _  _  WiUiam  George  Jofdan 

*  *  *  With  malice  toward  none,  with  charity  for  all,  with 
firmness  in  the  right,  as  God  gives  us  to  see  the  right. 

—  Abraham  Lincoln. 


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&  (Cl)t  ©unlitp  of  JHert?  >J< 


Jftrst  &unbap  in  JBecember 


There  are  more  people  in  the  world  who  love  mercy, 
and  they  are  having  better  success  in  making  their  spirit  prevail. 
More  is  being  done  today  to  prevent  and  mitigate  human  suffering, 
to  shelter  and  protect  the  weak  and  helpless,  to  minister  wisely  to 
the  sick  and  wounded  in  body  and  in  mind,  than  ever  before  in  the 
history  of  mankind.  _  _  Henfy  Van 


fc 

2fll 


The  quality  of  mercy  is  not  strain'd, 

It  droppeth  as  the  gentle  rain  from  heaven 

Upon  the  place  beneath.     It  is  twice  blessed  : 

It  blesseth  him  that  gives  and  him  that  takes. 

'Tis  mightiest  in  the  mightiest  :  it  becomes 

The  throned  monarch  better  than  his  crown  ; 

His  sceptre  shows  the  force  of  temporal  power, 

The  attribute  to  awe  and  majesty, 

Wherein  doth  sit  the  dread  and  fear  of  kings  ; 

But  mercy  is  above  this  sceptered  sway  ; 

It  is  enthroned  in  the  hearts  of  kings  ; 

It  is  an  attribute  to  God  himself  ; 

And  earthly  power  doth  then  show  likest  God's 

When  mercy  seasons  justice.  —Shakespeare 


S 


gwnbap  in  Becem&er 


Music  is  undoubtedly  the  one  earthly  science  which  seems 
to  open  widest  to  our  imagination  the  doors  of  heaven, 
"  On  golden  hinges  moving." 

—  Canon  Farrar. 

God  is  its  author,  and  not  man  ;  he  laid 

The  keynote  of  all  harmonies ;  he  planned 

All  perfect  combinations,  and  he  made 

Us  so  that  we  could  hear  and  understand. 

— John  Gardiner  Brainard. 

There  let  the  pealing  organ  blow, 

To  the  full  voiced  quire  below, 

In  service  high,  and  anthems  clear, 

As  may  with  sweetness,  through  mine  ear, 

Dissolve  me  into  ecstasies, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  mine  eyes. 

— John  Milton. 

Why  should  the  devil  have  all  the  good  tunes  ? 

-  Rowland  HilL 


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fctotet  JBeU*  >& 


(Ti)trti  &>unbap  in  December 


The  church-bells,  with  various  tones,  but  all  in  harmony,  were 
calling  out,  and  responding  to  one  another  :  "  It  is  the  Sabbath  !  — 
The  Sabbath  !  —  Yea,  the  Sabbath  !  "  —  and  over  the  whole  city 
the  bells  scattered  the  blessed  sounds,  now  slowly,  now  with  livelier 
joy,  now  one  bell  alone,  now  all  the  bells  together,  crying  earnestly  : 
44  It  is  the  Sabbath  !  "  and  flinging  their  accents  afar  off,  to  melt  into 
the  air,  and  pervade  it  with  the  holy  word. 

_         —  Nathaniel  Hawthorne. 

Sweet  bells,  that  in  your  belfry  swarm, 

Like  bees  close-clustered  in  the  hive,  — 

Your  music  hath  some  faery  charm, 
Futile  and  frail  and  fugitive. 

Sad  little  bells,  whose  sounds  come  hoarse 

With  use  of  centuries  of  years, 
Like  heart-beats  broken  by  remorse, 

Of  voices  tremulous  with  tears,  — 
The  old  world,  in  your  wandering  notes, 

Upon  the  days  forgotten  dotes.     _  Selected 


*  £fje  Spirit  of  gibing  ^ 


Jf  ourtf)  feunbap  in  December 


When  the  Three  Wise  Men  rode  from  the  East  into  the 
West  on  that  "  first,  best  Christmas  night,"  they  bore  on  their  saddle- 
bows three  caskets  filled  with  gold  and  frankincense  and  myrrh  to 
be  laid  at  the  feet  of  the  manger-cradled  Babe  of  Bethlehem.  Be- 
ginning with  this  old,  old  journey,  the  spirit  of  giving  crept  into  the 
world's  heart.  As  the  Magi  came  bearing  gifts,  so  do  we  also,  — 
gifts  that  relieve  want  ;  gifts  that  are  sweet  and  fragrant  with  friend- 
ship ;  gifts  that  breathe  love  ;  gifts  that  mean  service  ;  gifts  inspired 
still  by  the  star  that  shone  over  the  City  of  David  nearly  two 
thousand  years  ago.  _  Kale  Douglas 


It  was  said  of  old  in  a  vision  of  perfect  peace  that  "  a  little 
child  should  lead  them  "  ;  and  if  we  could  feel  the  essence  of  Christ- 
mas joy  it  must  be  through  the  touch  of  children's  hands  and  in 
unison  with  their  happy  hearts.  Perhaps  the  radiance  of  the  face 
of  Him  who  was  "  in  a  manger  laid  '*  is  yet  reflected  in  their  inno- 

cent  eyes'  —  "  C  -  (  Mrs.  James  Farley  Cox  ). 


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&olben  Carol 


'HREE  kings  the  King  of  Kings 

three  gifts  did  bring, — 
Myrrh,   incense,  gold  —  as  to 

Man,  God,  and  King. 
Three  holy  gifts  be  likewise  given  by  thee 
To  Christ,  even  such  as  acceptable  be ; 
For  myrrha,  tears ;  for  frankincense,  im- 
part 

Submissive  prayers ;  for  pure  gold,  a  pure 
heart." 

—  Old  Twelfth  Night  Carol 


